Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Although more than 20 years have passed, that figure is still...

Like a shadow.

Just seeing it gives me nightmares.

"It should be an illusion."

Johnny muttered to himself, it was not the first time he had such an illusion, so he was just a little dazed and not panicked.

"No, not hallucinations, Johnny, nice to see you again."

Suddenly, a deep voice suddenly exploded in the air, making Johnny, who was resting on the chair, open his eyes wide, and a trace of panic and...anger flashed in his eyes.

"It's you!!"

He suddenly turned around and looked at the old man who appeared in the lounge at some time, dressed like a gentleman in an old-fashioned suit, and wearing a bowler hat. Intense and burning anger appeared in his eyes: "It really is!" You, you dare to appear in front of me—"

"Mephisto!!"

Chapter 182 Johnny Transforms!The storm is coming!

"Hello, Johnny."

Standing in front of his contractor with a crutch in his hand, Mephisto stood in an elegant posture, smelling the sweet soul of the other party, smiling with a noble aura.

"leave me alone!"

Johnny clenched his fists, his face was distorted, and there seemed to be countless hallucinations in front of his eyes, and unprecedented chaos filled his mind.

Memories of his youth, youthful love, pain of his father's illness, excitement of signing a contract, grief of his father's death, and... the resentment of being deceived, all emotions swarmed and crowded his inner world.

Johnny showed extreme pain, but he kept telling himself very clearly in his heart that he should stay away from this devil in a gentleman's coat in front of him.

"It's too late, I'm already here."

Mephisto looked at the man in front of him who had grown up, and fell into memories, thinking of Johnny who was a big boy back then: "You have lost your youthfulness and become a qualified man. This is very good, it is what I imagined."

As he spoke, he looked at the table in the lounge, where a motorcycle model about the size of a basketball was placed.

That is exactly the model engraved according to Johnny's car.

"The car is nice."

Mephisto went on to praise.

"Why are you here?"

Johnny asked in a deep voice, his face was solemn, and ominous premonition gathered.

"I've been there, Johnny, Phoenix, Denver, Houston, Los Angeles...everywhere you go, there are traces of me, I've been watching you, and..."

Mephisto said, "I'll protect you."

"You keep me alive?"

Johnny couldn't hold back.

He knew that his extreme sports career for so many years and the challenge of constantly surpassing himself were all caused by the other party's paper contract.

"No, no, it's all your fault."

Mephisto shook his head, admiringly: "You are the best, and I am your biggest car fan, posters, video games, audience screams, singing...Johnny, Johnny, your name, I’m one of them, and I’m so proud.”

While speaking, he leaned closer to Johnny.

Johnny's body was stiff and motionless, as if being held by some mysterious force. He watched Mephisto's face suddenly change. The plump flesh and blood seemed to melt away. The true face of the devil.

The next moment, Mephisto returned to normal, and his voice became a little excited.

"It's like looking at an investment and it just keeps adding value until one day you cash in on it."

Mephisto gave the answer lightly and in an unquestionable tone, a pair of cold eyes released a compelling gaze, and fell on Johnny, who was pale and in a very bad state: "Now this day has finally come. "

Johnny's complexion changed again, becoming even uglier.

"Find David Fisk, kill him, and take back from him what should belong to me."

Mephisto said every word: "The contract of San Van Gonza."

"No, I won't listen to you."

Johnny flatly refused: "Find it yourself!"

boom!

After the words fell, a flaming motorcycle crashed through the reinforced concrete wall, creating a huge hole.

Under the burning of the flames and the impact of the wall, the motorcycle was not damaged at all. A handsome drift flicked, leaving black tire marks on the floor, and stopped in front of Johnny.

Johnny's pupils shrank.

This is exactly the car that I have followed in various major arenas for many years.

"That won't work."

Mephisto was very calm, and said with a smile: "You signed the contract, remember?"

"...if you succeed, I will return your soul to you."

His voice became more and more attractive.

"I wouldn't do that."

Johnny was not tempted and still refused.

However, at the next moment, he found that his body was out of control. He raised his legs, got on the motorcycle, stepped on the clutch, put in gear, and twisted the accelerator.

Boom boom boom! !

The motorcycle engine vibrated, and the exhaust pipe was deafening, like the roar of a giant dragon.

"Unfortunately, this is not up to you."

Mephisto waved his hand, came to Johnny who was sitting on the motorcycle, and whispered in his ear: "Go, go and get my things back."

boom! !

The wheels turned suddenly, and the ground was rubbed with an unpleasant smell of scorched tires, and a terrifying thrust came.

Johnny was in severe pain all over his body, and he was shocked to realize that the flesh and blood of his body was disappearing. From the reflection in the rearview mirror of the motorcycle, he could find that he was becoming...

A white skeleton.

"What is this? What have I become?"

Before Johnny could react, he followed the motorcycle and flew out, away from the gymnasium through the hole knocked out by his beloved car, like an arrow leaving the string, and disappeared in the sight of Mephisto who was standing still in a blink of an eye scope.

Apart from Mephisto, many people have discovered this off-string arrow.

Flames were burning from top to bottom, like a lunatic who poured gasoline on himself and ignited it.

National Park Stadium.

The crowd who heard the thunderous roar hurried over, and saw a familiar motorcycle and a body full of bones rushing out of the inner room, they were all stunned.

"That looks like Johnny's car."

Someone looked around, saw that the lounge was empty, but left a mess, muttered to himself, and asked the colleagues beside him: "Do you see where Johnny is?"

"Let's rule out the guy on the motorcycle first - the driver is a lunatic who dressed as a skeleton and set himself on fire."

Johnny's manager, Mike, pondered for a moment and kept thinking about the fleeting figure. The motorcycle under his butt suddenly made an unbelievably sharp voice: "Fuck, that's Johnny's car! Johnny's car was killed Steal it, find the car thief quickly, Johnny will go crazy if he knows this!!"

……

It will be late.

Johnny rode his motorcycle from Washington to Texas.

After the asphalt road was awakened, Johnny, who turned into a ghost rider, was driving. The flames were rising from the wheels of the motorcycle, and the white smoke was billowing, and the unpleasant smell spread everywhere.

But the most shocking thing is not the chaos at the scene, but a motorcycle with a skeleton posture speeding fast in the city.

The people of Washington were stunned.

The incident was filmed and posted online, where it quickly became hot news.

Someone found out that the style of the motorcycle is a customized model of "Hot Johnny", the only one in the world. The most coincidental thing is that Johnny is in Washington at this time, preparing for the Macallan Group Arms Expo that will be held in the near future. Conduct rehearsals for the opening act.

Johnny's team located in the National Park Stadium in Washington, after searching around for Johnny to no avail, received a call from the familiar media, and faced their questions, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

That lunatic who dressed as a skeleton and set himself on fire didn't die, and still wandered around the street recklessly?

When everyone heard the news, they unconsciously turned their attention to Johnny's manager.

"Look at what I do?"

Mike was completely panicked, he didn't know how to explain Johnny's disappearance to the outside world, let alone how to explain that mysterious weirdo who turned into a skeleton driving a motorcycle, speeding on the road, and didn't know where he was going. who is it.

"You don't really think that skeleton is Johnny, do you?"

Although they don't want to admit it in their hearts, when they eliminate all wrong answers, the only thing left is the truth.

"Gudong!"

Mike swallowed his saliva, found an excuse to send the media, and frantically called Johnny's phone that no one answered.

"Fake!"

Mike couldn't help yelling: "Damn it, Johnny, where the hell are you bastard?"

"We took the money, if you don't show up, the team will go bankrupt when the weapons expo starts!!"

"Fake!!"

Mike was furious.

……

Boom boom boom! !

At this moment, Johnny, who had already turned into a skeleton and was driven by the spirit of revenge in his body, didn't care about so much.

As the night wore on, he was the prettiest kid on the state road.

With his whole body in flames and the motorcycle under his buttocks blazing, his majestic and powerful aura shocked everyone who saw him.

These witnesses all showed shocked expressions, which almost caused a traffic accident.

But Johnny wasn't driving on the road all the time.

For a journey of [-] kilometers, even if you drive day and night, it will take about [-] hours.

Although Johnny's speed is amazing, it will take a certain amount of time.

He drove straight off the road and galloped through the endless wasteland, straight ahead.

No matter whether there are mountains, plains, cliffs or cliffs ahead, the magic power of Ghost Rider can be as smooth as walking on the ground.

The purpose is exactly where the induction came from somewhere.

……

After David and Carter Sida agreed to cooperate, they were going to the place where the San Van Gonzale contract was hidden in the latter's mouth.

"I don't trust you, boy, even if you talk about it, I still don't believe you."

Carter Slay was rude to David.

No matter who meets a guy who hangs and beats himself, forcing himself to submit and cooperate, he will not be convinced.

"If I can't beat you, I will definitely send you to see Mephisto."

After finishing speaking, he was taken aback suddenly, and turned to look at the distant horizon.

Although there was nothing in the distance, Carter Sley was still in a trance, and his face gradually became gloomy, as if he had sensed the appearance and approach of something from a long distance away.

"what happened?"

David wasn't a Ghost Rider, and he didn't have the kindred telepathy between Carter Slay and Johnny Blazer, but he could see something was wrong from the old man's expression, and realized that something must have happened.

"I'm starting to trust you a little bit."

Carter Sley changed the subject, and his face became solemn: "I feel... the existence of the same kind."

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